La Flor de La Canela
Dejame que te cuente limeña
Dejame que te diga la gloria
Del ensueño que evoca la memoria
Del viejo puente del rio y la alameda
Dejame que te cuente limeña
Ahora que aun perfuma el recuerdo
Ahora que aun se mecen como un sueño
El viejo puente del rio y la alameda
Jasmines en el pelo y rosas en la cara airosa airosa caminaba
La flor de la canela
Derramaba lizura y a su paso dejaba
Aromas de dulsura que en el pecho llevaba
De frente a la alameda menudo bien la lleva
Por la vereda que se estremece al ritmo de su cadera
Recojia la risa de la brisa del rio al viento la lanzaba
Del puente a la alameda
Dejame que te cuente limeña
Hay dejame chiquita morena mis pensamientos
Haber si asi despiertas del sueño
Del sueño que entrege morena tus sentimientos
Aspira de la lizura que da la flor de canela
Adornada con jasmines matisando su hermosura
Alfombra de lago al puente y en galana la alameda
El rio acomposara su paso por la vereda
Y recuerda que
Jasmines en el pelo y rosas en la cara airosa caminaba
La flor de la canela
Derramaba lizura y a su paso dejaba
Aromas de dulsura que en el pecho llevaba
De frente a la alameda menudo bien la lleva
Por la vereda que se estremece al ritmo de su cadera
Recojia la risa de la brisa del rio al viento la lanzaba
Del puente a la alameda
The Cinnamon Flower
Let me tell you, girl from Lima
Let me tell you about the glory
Of the dream that evokes memory
Of the old bridge over the river and the promenade
Let me tell you, girl from Lima
Now that the memory still perfumes
Now that they still sway like a dream
The old bridge over the river and the promenade
Jasmines in her hair and roses on her graceful face she walked
The cinnamon flower
She spilled elegance and left behind
Aromas of sweetness that she carried in her chest
Facing the promenade, she walked gracefully
On the sidewalk that trembles to the rhythm of her hips
She gathered the laughter of the breeze, threw it to the wind
From the bridge to the promenade
Let me tell you, girl from Lima
Oh, let me, little brown girl, my thoughts
See if you wake up from the dream
The dream that you gave, brown girl, your feelings
Inhale the elegance that the cinnamon flower gives
Adorned with jasmines, enhancing her beauty
Carpet of lake to the bridge and in gallant the promenade
The river will accompany its passage through the sidewalk
And remember that
Jasmines in her hair and roses on her graceful face she walked
The cinnamon flower
She spilled elegance and left behind
Aromas of sweetness that she carried in her chest
Facing the promenade, she walked gracefully
On the sidewalk that trembles to the rhythm of her hips
She gathered the laughter of the breeze, threw it to the wind
From the bridge to the promenade